I know that I don’t know – Poem

You see, he said, I know

you are a beautiful flower.

And sometimes I hold you so tight

almost crushing you.

And sometimes I don’t feed you with days

almost starving you to death.

Don’t ask me why. I don’t know myself.

Am I a fool not to keep you safe?

Or am I naive thinking you will always be around?

I never know what the right answer is.

But I know that I don’t know.

 

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Wordsmith – Poem

The art of words

Is what makes your blood boil,

your heart pumps faster

and your face trembles.

 

The beauty of words

Is a struggle of thoughts.

To control them

And put them in order.

 

To show the reader

Your soul

And trust that

They will not just ignore it.

 

To make an art of words

Is a difficult task.

To give all you’ve written

For someone else to judge.

 

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Unrecognised – Poem

I look in the mirror

Hollow eyes and sucked cheeks

What I see is not what I am

When did I become what I am?

What is this horrific image?

My hand reaches to touch that bony face

Saddened of its coldness

Beautiful they call this image

Beautiful is what they see

But come and knock on my door

Fit in those filthy clothes I wear

Put on those worn shoes

See how far I’ve walked

I’ve seen deserts, forests, and empty mansions

I’ve seen dried seas and frozen oceans

I’ve seen deserted cities, burned forests, and ruined mansions.

 

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Office prisoner – Poem

My back aches

Sitting all day on this metal chair.

People in this office

Don’t know how to be comfortable.

How can I work

From nine to five

Sitting on this chair?

 

Grey walls

And big screens

Make me feel

A prisoner.

People in this office

Work like robots

From nine to five

Sitting in this cage.

 

The only warmness

In the room

Is my smile.

Smiling at the screen

While sitting

On this metal chair

Between those grey walls.

Smiles – Poem

Her smile could lighten up every dark room.

It would make happy every miserable soul.

That smile will inspire every child.

It would make every strong man fall in love.

That smile will bring up every weak soul.

It would make wars stop.

That smile would change the world forever.

Her smile will make everything look different.

Sweet Nothing – Poem

Inspired by my favourite word “Attraversiamo” -Comes from Italian and it means Let’s cross together (Or something like this). It is from the movie Eat,Pray, Love and since then it is the most beautiful word I have ever heard.

I cross the street

To avoid your body

I turn my head to the other side

To avoid your eyes.

 

A hole in my heart

Was made

When you decided

To hold someone else’s hand.

 

Empty bed

Empty days

Unspoken words

Forgotten promises were all that’s left.